The last of the summer early morning rides to class. The mist is there again. And it’s quiet. Summer quiet.
Purchase photo 1960
Purchase photo 1959
And now I am so attached to my path that I stay with it on the ride back. No mist then. The light isn’t there either. So no photos. But oh, the warmth! Splendid, after the hours of an air conditioned classroom.
Good bye summer semester.